12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973
If You Forget Me
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Don'T Go Far Off
A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don't slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices.
Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), Chilean poet. Memoirs, ch. 11 (1974, trans. 1977).
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
100 Love Sonnets
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
05 Oct 09:28
05 Oct 09:24
You guys are poththtic
24 Sep 03:31
This poet makes me cry